User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Gangs, Tribes And Clans Of Redwall/@comment-25220117-20110814150801/@comment-25220117-20110815170916

The stoat turns around, gritting his teeth "Shut yer gobs, ye pair o' old frogwives! We're stoppin' soon" "By soon, yer mean in twenny seasons, right?" "SHADDAP!" "Uh-oh, wees a made ol' rottenteeth angwy" The rat pair say in babyish voices "We bettah doo sumt'in, afores `e `as a likkle fit!" "Haha, remember when `e startin' weepin' away, `e sounded jus' like a pore lil' nit...I felt sew sawwy fo' urr fwend! Hahaha" ''The stoat suddenly tackles the speaker, weapon forgotten as he pummels the rat's face. The other rat then jumps at the stoat, and the scuffle soon turns into a wrestling match as teh trio stumble about, swearing, kicking, punching, clawing and biting''